"No! no! Frado, that's wrong! you would
be wishing her dead; that won't do."

"Well, I'll bet she'll never come back again;
somehow, I feel as though she wouldn't."

"She is James's sister," remonstrated Aunt
Abby.

"So is our cross sheep just as much, that I
ducked in the river; I'd like to try my hand at
curing HER too."

"But you forget what our good minister told
us last week, about doing good to those that
hate us."

"Didn't I do good, Aunt Abby, when I washed
and ironed and packed her old duds to get rid
of her, and helped her pack her trunks, and run
here and there for her?"

"Well, well, Frado; you must go finish your
work, or your mistress will be after you, and
remind you severely of Miss Mary, and some
others beside."

Nig went as she was told, and her clear voice
was heard as she went, singing in joyous notes